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Dorian's grew up in a small town on the mountainside. His parents were farmers who ran a local fresh food market. He lived a quiet life, and was known for being kind hearted if not a little brash with his remarks. He always spoke his mind, and people tried to teach him how to keep some things to himself. He was also a bit stuck up, and his parents would try to teach him to be modest.
All these attempts were for naught, though, when a fire broke out in the family's home. His parents were sadly caught in the fire and would soon be no longer. He was caught under some rubble and had damaged one of his eyes from the fire. He was orphaned.
Going from foster home to foster home, Dorian became a bit of a menace. He would tease the other kids and belittle them, and then wonder why no one wanted to be his friend. He thought himself a prince and would demand things from others constantly. This devolved into pranks as well, and he caused so much ruckus that he never stayed in one place long.
Dorian went to school and was the quiet child, keeping to himself. One day a young kalon came up to him and declared an infatuation for him. Dorian scoffed at this.
"You think I would be with the likes of you? Please". This rejection and with the rumors about his parent's death and foster rejections, caused even more rumors to spread about him being a killer himself. He was as harmless as a fly, but it didn't help his case when he eventually grew a passion for the dead.
He saw life in things that were deceased, stories in their bodies. He collected insects and animals, bits and parts, and framed and cased them for display. Dorian eventually grew out of the foster system and had to live on his own. He was homeless for a period, but then an older gentleman offered him a job at the local mortuary. He was given house in the apartment nearby as long as he worked there and eventually when his new mentor had passed, he took over the business as his own.
He became popular in the world of the dead to the point where he was called, "The Prince of Hell". Everybody went to his business, and everybody was satisfied despite his off-putting attitude.
One fateful night, Dorian was woken up in the middle of a deep sleep to the sound of voices in his livingroom. Peering out, he saw a group of people sitting on his chairs and couch conversing.
"Mr. Gray, nice of you to show. We were just discussing... business".
Dorian went white as a sheet. These people were all his previous patrons.
"What do you want from me?"
"We want you to consider this proposition... we want you to become a grim reaper".
"That seems cliché for this type of job..." Dorian put a hand on his hip.
"Well, you won't be a normal reaper. You'll still be mortal... for the most part. We don't like what the other reapers are doing, taking souls and separating them in the afterlife. We want you... to eat them. We want you to eat the souls" the ghosts all nodded their heads in agreement.
"Wait, what?" Dorian stepped back.
"This will give you ageless immortality every time you consume one... what about it?"
Dorian scratched his chin before smirking devilishly.
"I think... you have a deal, my friends".